he says cunt.
she says lotus.
I say oh well.
potato tomato.
we all have things.
some more than others.
silent nerds.
hesitant to begin.
he goes uptown.
she goes to Brooklyn.
I stay in Union Square.
sit on a bench.
cigarettes again.
saying what it is.
bright lights.
and bullshit.
things will be things.
tired sirens in felt.